Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.